Reaper. death: As you all know, BlackFire22 has passed away on February 5th, and…it hurts to think about it, and I know you all are devastated about it too, but… You know, she really liked this website, and even though she couldn't write on a computer, she had a ton ideas, and I wrote them down for her. We were a tag team. Now, I'm sure she wants me to continue writing for her.

That's why I've decided to turn her account into my second account.

My goal as of right now is to make all the stories we talked about come alive. Make them into good stories and post them. I hope you'll all support me.

And here, I say, enjoy the newest story under BlackFire22's name.

Read and Review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heart/Clover/Joker/Diamond no Kuni no Alice.

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(Arisu Tsuki POV)

Adults… They really need to learn to stay out of one's business…

"What do you want me to say, Sensei? I don't have much to talk about," I drawled nonchalantly, kicking back into the comfy chair the guidance counselor allowed me to sit in. This sucks, every Tuesday morning, I have to go to Takada-sensei for 'productive' sessions. Did you hear my sarcasm?

In my opinion. It's a waste of time for a ten year old like me. Period.

I didn't even know his real name. I just stuck with Takada, it came from a manga he lent me. 'Takada'-sensei, a man with short shaggy black hair and hazel eyes wearing a brown suit, looked up at me from his clipboard, giving me a long hard stare. Pfft, the pervo.

"Anything. Like, what about your favorites?" Takada-sensei started, clicking his pen, getting ready to write. I snorted, earning a small glare from him. I sighed before pulling off my messenger bag styled backpack, setting it on my lap and flipping the flap over.

He watched in interest as I rummaged through it, only to pull out a white rabbit plush toy, dressed in a black vest, matching slacks, and a white bow tie. I cleared my throat and held the treasured toy in front of me, talking in an extremely high, pitchy voice,

"Arisu's favorite number in the alphabet is green~!"

Takada-sensei twitched, an annoyed and peeved look on his face, and he held a now broken pen, leaking black ink all over his hands. Ew, it looks like shit. "Arisu," He spoke in a warning tone, earning a huff from me.

"What else do you want from me, damn you?! We do this almost every school day, and believe me, I think we finally made progress!"

Takada-sensei coughed, "Arisu-kun… Really, you are ten years old! You shouldn't know that kind of language, it's immature."

"If swearing is immature, then why do you call it 'adult language'?" I asked in a snotty posh voice, rolling my eyes as he twitched again, this time clutching hard onto his clipboard. "Can I go now, Takada-sensei?"

"Takada-sensei?"

"Later," I said as I stuffed the toy back into my backpack and jumped off the chair, trotting out of the room.

~SNAP~

The clipboard broke in half, crumbling into pieces as the councilor had a twitchy smile and the female receptionist walked in, "Tora-san, Tsuki-kun left—Tora-san?"

"Mio-san, call the principal, I want to begin my retirement. NOW."

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Stepping down the wooden floored hallway, my backpack back on, and I was debating whether to cut school or not. I didn't care for school; I sucked at everything except Science and Reading. I don't even have any friends.

Don't get me wrong though, I loved being alone. It was calming. I didn't have to waste my breath on the other kids in class nor did I have to worry about what others think. I had no weight on my shoulders.

Nothing to hold me back from who I was. A girl who kicked ass every day.

Every day.

"Ahhh, but do I go back home or not? That is the question…" I muttered as I stopped walking, putting my hands behind my back. I didn't realize that some teachers had stepped out of their classrooms, giving me stares while gossiping.

"Look, it's the girl with red eyes…"

"She's such a troublesome girl… Always threatening students with a pair of scissors."

"Can't blame her for being so cold, I hear her relatives bounced her all of the country."

"No one seems to want her."

"Who would?"

'Going home it is, then,' I thought as I stayed silent while continuing my walk, wondering whether to find what they say offensive or true. So what if it was strange that I was the only one in my school with red eyes in the color of crimson, or that I was shorter than the average kid, and that my hair was too blue.

Reaching the front of the doors that led outside, I stood by the large lockers with numerous little doors, holding our shoes. Changing out of the plain white school shoes, I opened my shoe locker and pulled out my black maryjanes, shoving the school shoes in. After shutting the shoe locker, I walked outside into the falling sunshine. No one stopped me when I walked past the school gates.

No one even tried.

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A beautiful woman with dark brown hair in wavy curls and cold brown eyes with a lot of make up on around the age of twenty dressed in a simple, yet skimpy red dress stood at the front of the door of the crummy smelly home, struggling to put on her matching red stilettos. She had an expensive designer bag hanging from her shoulders and a beer can—her twentieth one—in her left hand as she used the right to secure her heels on. She took a final swig before throwing the can at me. I didn't move nor flinch as it knocked me in my forehead.

It didn't hurt anymore. I was used to it.

I stood in front of her, looking right at her. Red was my favorite color out of anything, and it looked lovely on my half-sister. Yet…

That wasn't the kind of red I wanted on her. I wanted the beautiful crimson of blood. It painting her slightly tanned skin. Where she's begging for mercy. But she'll never get it.

Never.

I smirked, catching the woman's attention. She snarled, "What are you laughing about, freak eyes?" I said nothing and she straightened up, flipping her hair over her bare shoulders. "What the hell are you doing here so early? Thought you had school or something, not that I care."

I shrugged, enjoying her frown. "Like you said, you don't care. So what if I skipped school." She scoffed, I sneered.

"Whatever, just don't make a mess." I looked past her, seeing the junk and wrappers all over the dirty floors. Yeah, like I could make that worse.

Oh, wait, I can.

She shoved me aside harshly and my head hit the wall, leaving the house, shutting the door loudly. I scoffed, rubbing the back of my head, before removing my shoes at the front, stepping into the dirty hallways of the house. I really should clean this place, but I don't want to ruin it any more than it is.

I patted my sailor fuku*, a white shirt with short sleeves with a black sailor collar with a yellow ribbon and a black skirt, making sure that it was clean before entering the practically empty kitchen, checking the fridge. Just beer. And a piece of cheese—

Stepping back, I glared at it, a tiny bit of fear in my eyes as the cheese hissed at me. Yeah, that's some mean stinky cheese all right. I watched nonchalantly as it hopped off the shelves of the fridge and crawled away to the direction of the living room. I am not going there now.

Stretching, I ignored the growling in my stomach that never stopped grieving, I was thinner than most ten year olds. "Mmm…maybe I should go out and eat?" I pondered as I reached into my black skirt, pulling out a coin purse. Checking the amount of money that I had, I decided to just go out to a bakery and eat some cake.

Maybe.

Who cares if I eat anyways? Kira doesn't care. Not even Fumikazu-nii—

My hands fly up to my chest, squeezing the fabric. 'Nii-san…' I thought as the familiar pain sting my heart. 'I was such an idiot…' Yet I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing…

Finding myself slipping on my maryjanes at the front door, I stepped out of the house with the warm sun greeting me. I always liked the sun. I used my reading glasses to catch some sunbeams and burn ants. Hahaha, die ants, DIE!

Oh, I am such a bitch to ants.

Locking the front door, I slowly stepped down the sidewalk, not taking any notice of my surroundings. Just houses, dead grass, and maybe some men stalking some young children… You know, the usual when living in the ghettos of the neighborhood.

I'm not bothered by it, not at all.

While walking, I took in a deep breath, swiping the back of my small right hand over my sweaty forehead. Ugh…another hunger spell? Shaking my head, I continued walking, forgetting about my plans for the bakery.

"Say, did you know…"

I blinked, the unfamiliar, yet deep voice filling my thoughts. Know what…?

"That every game has rules?"

Oh, they do…? Well, of course every game has rules. After all, if there are no rules, then how will they progress? How will you know what to do? To wander aimlessly? No one will enjoy a game like that.

"Rules that are meant to be broken."

As if…someone wants us to break them? The rule maker wants us to be a rule breaker? But why…? Aren't rules meant to be followed?

"There are rules for those who don't play the game, too."

Like…for people who are simply in the background? Is that what you're saying, Mr. Creepy Mind Voice guy?

"I await your participation. You can't refuse."

No options…are you saying that no matter how much I reject to take part in a game, I'll end up playing?

"So… Let the game begin."

My thin legs quivered, giving out on me. Tripping over a pebble—a friggin' pebble—I found myself on the ground, tumbling into the grass with my body aching from the fall. I think I saw a sign that said, "Keep off the grass." So what?

"Ow…well, ain't I fucking graceful today?" I groaned sarcastically, pushing myself up onto my knees weakly. I flinched before sitting on my butt, glancing at my knees. There were small scratches on the pale skin, ruby beads rolling down while leaving crimson trails behind.

I sighed before prodding at the blood, watching as they leaked out even more. It smelled musky, thick…glistening that ruby color… Darker than my own eyes… My whole body numbed, my eyelids growing heavy.

"Hey…you do want to participate in the game right?"

Oh, he's back again. Such a lovely voice… I yawned, blinking back tears.

"Then it's okay to fall asleep. Don't be afraid."

Out here, in public? Strangely though, no one is around…

"Don't worry about it. Just sleep…"

Limping, I curl up in a ball on the grass; I closed my eyes, hearing him say for the last time,

"Come…to Wonderland."

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"…ey."

It's so comfy… So much more comfortable than the futon back at home…

"Hey."

Huh…? Who's calling for me? He speaks strangely… Was that English? Oh goody~, I can finally put the English I learned from trolling Americans on online video games to use.

"Hey, oi! Wake up!"

I felt something small and furry tug on my skirt. My eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing the bright blue sky with the clouds that was tinted a slight gray. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, feeling the grass beneath me tickle my showing skin, the cool wind breezing past me, and the nice sun showering me in its gentle, yet warm sunrays. I felt at peace. Where my stomach didn't hurt me and Kira didn't hit me with beer bottles.

"Ah, good! You're awake, my sweet cupcake~!"

I blinked, looking at the white rabbit dressed in a red waistcoat, spectacles, and a large gold pocket watch standing my legs. Where did that come from? And did…it just call me cupcake?! I…

Will kill the bastard.

"Come on then, this is the part where you follow me!"

Any ten year old would have just said, "LOLZ, okay Mr. Pedo Rabbit, I'll follow you 'cuz youz cute!", but instead, I said,

"Fuck you, looney talking rabbit. Get the hell away from me and my still growin' bod! Are you Kira's sex pet? I knew she was into bestiality!" And guess what? My English was perfect! Boo-yah!

The rabbit looked at me, blinking out of confusion and shock. "Ah…I…are all children born with potty mouths or…?"

"Oh, it's just me."

"…in any case, follow me to the rabbit hole, darling child. I will bring you to a world where people shall treat you sweet and mild."

I scooted away. "No."

"Ah?" The rabbit looked shocked as I turned away and laid back down on the grass. Go away, pervy rabbit. I refused to go anywhere with rabbits that talked.

"~Sigh~ Such a stubborn girl," A man's voice rang through my ears before I was lifted from the grass and tossed over someone's shoulder. I was now numbed in shock as I saw my kidnapper. He was a young man with snowy white short hair, red eyes covered with spectacles, dressed in a checkered waistcoat, brown slacks, black shoes, and a pair of white bunny ears on his head.

"AGH! COSPLAYER!"

The man hummed, "Now what are you going on about, dear daughter~?"

Daughter? What the tart is he going on about—HOLE! Right beside the only tree on the grassy lawn was a large dark hole that looked endless. A long empty abyss. "AAUUGH! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?"

The bunny man glanced at me, smiling, "Oh, I wonder why indeed, but as I always say…If there's a hole that we know, then down it we go—AAAUGH!" Grabbing one of his sensitive rabbit ears, I tugged harshly, causing the rabbit man to comically have large tears gather at his eyes and let me go. I landed on my scraped knees, a glint in my ruby eyes.

"Oh, nuh! I am not being kidnapped by perverted rabbit people today!" I snapped as I sprang up on my bouncy feet, kicking the man in his gut. He groaned, hugging his stomach as he backed away, his feet at the very edge of the hole.

"Ow! Listen, dear, I—!"

"NOT LISTENING!" I shouted as I shoved him into the hole, watching him blink before screaming as he disappeared into the inky black darkness. I shivered. The shadows… One of my secret weaknesses… "Well… It would have been fun to have turned a red-eye fellow into my slave, but sacrifices must be made!" I spun around, the intention of returning home in my head when my worst enemy—a pebble—interfered. "?!"

My shoes tripped on the evil tiny rock and I felt my body fall backwards. No! I don't believe in gravity! OH WHY! Why must it exist? It's the whole reason why I keep falling down on pebbles! Nn—!

Falling into the hole backwards, I screamed, "AUUUGH!" I'm so unlucky! So very unlucky! I wish I brought my Lucky Charms cereal…!

"I DIDN'T EVEN TRIED EATING MY LUNCH!" I screamed as I darted down into the endless hole with fake tears dribbling down my cheeks.

Life must hate me, oh…man, sweet baby Jesus TAKE ME NOW—oh hey, floaty things~! I watched in interest as tables, chairs, tea sets, and even a playing piano swirled around me, soon dissolving into pretty bright colors. I stretched before folding my arms.

Meh, I got bored of falling. Maybe the hole will take me to China or something? Wait…depending that I was in Japan, I supposed I could arrive in America, oh who cares? I'll be in an unknown country—light! Glancing down, I could see a growing pit of light growing closer and closer below me. Well, it's been fun being ridiculed my whole life (notice the sarcasm?) but I'm ready to die and turn into a ghost.

Haunting others sounds like a sweet deal—oh god with the FALLING! "AUUUGH! HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN FALLING?!" Suddenly, a silvery light gathered around me, causing my falling to stop, and…now I was floating down gently. Boo~, I was hoping to crash into the ground and die right there.

Death doesn't scare me, what's it gonna do? Kill me?

Oh wait…

My eyes widened as I was now above the light, slipping through it, and was now in some kind of dark room, filling with broken and useless toys, beat up furniture, all bathing in an inky black blood that pooled on the floor, all shrouded in darkness. I shivered before pulling off my backpack and rummaging through it for a flashlight. It was a small silver one, with a battery that can recharge if shaken. Clicking it on while I was turned to the upright position, as if standing, a bright light shone from the top of the flashlight, giving me a sense of hope.

Shrugging my backpack on my shoulders, I felt my skirt fill up with air as I floated downwards towards a large wardrobe. Ooh, maybe it'll take me to Narnia? I always wanted to go there? Haven't seen the movie though.

I'm such a treat~!

Landing on it, I clutched the flashlight—my only hope against my many enemies—and looked around. The blood pooling up below was thick and musky, but I enjoyed the smell of blood. As long as it didn't get on my clothes. Blood is impossible to get out. Believe me, I know.

"Hello?" I asked, waiting for someone to say, "Yeah, I'm here. Want a sandwich?" I'm kinda hungry, and I don't want to touch the fruit sandwich bento I manage to make. It was just slicing some strawberries and spreading cream cheese onto slices of bread. No big deal. I love strawberry fruit sandwiches.

I almost jumped when I heard a, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH! HELP ME!" Turning around, I saw a man, three tables away from me, standing on a desk shivering pathetically. He wore a white long sleeved dress shirt, a black pin-striped vest with matching pants, and black dress shoes. He had messy white hair that was unkempt, hiding both of his eyes, and a twitchy lips. "Help! Someone help!"

Shrugging, I hopped table after table, my skirt swishing around my knees, as I landed on the desk next to him, where he was now crying, "Oh, count my stars! Why did I come here at all? I'm such a fool."

"'Sup, man?"

"I'm so scared, so very scared."

"How you doin'?"

"Oh help me, Mr. Peter White! I don't know how to get home!"

"Hey—"

"They were right! I'm too cowardly! Too naïve! I wanna go home!"

"Brah, listen—"

"WAAAAH!"

I felt a red anger mark tick on my head. This sissy won't listen… Grabbing his collar, I pulled my hand back. 'Sorry, bro…' I thought as I brought my hand past his face, a defining smack echoing across the dark room. Well, that certainly shut his pie hole up.

He was on his knees, hiccupping while wiping his running nose, glancing up at me. Under those bangs, I could barely make out blue eyes. Frightened blue eyes. Filled with fear. Agony.

Torment.

"Who are…you…?" He finally asked after staring at me for at least hours, when in reality it was five. I shrugged, pointing my flashlight up in my face. I tilted my head before the same voice filled my head,

"Don't tell them your real name…"

I blinked, feeling my head get hit with wave after wave of pain. Falling to my knees, I groaned while cradling my head. I didn't realize that the man quickly held me in his arms., trying to help.

Key word: Trying. "Sob! Sob! Waaah! Don't die, miss! Please don't die!" He cried, burying his head into the crook of my neck, his salty tears wetting my collar. "I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry!"

I ignored him before saying, "My name…is Sakubo Yoru. Not very nice to meet you."

~(To be continued)~

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Reaper. Death: And we're done with the first chapter! YEAH! I hope you guys'll support me. I swear I'll put the next chapter out as soon as I receive a decent amount of reviews. I kinda rushed on this one.

*Sailor Fuku: A school girl's uniform in Japan, in Arisu/Sakubo's case, she wears one for Grade School.

*bento: A Japanese boxed lunch that consists of staple rice, meat, and pickled vegetables.